The four young spirits made wonderful progress toward the goal, as they had a light load, and every minute seemed to be precious. What hunting was done was on the route itself, and they had mutually agreed that there should not be any wandering on the part of either.
The first night the camp was made on the banks of the Cataract, well within the woods, and not far from the scene of their first exploits with the two bears.
"I wish we could come across more of the same kinds of bears that we met in these woods," said George.
"But the forests south of South River are the places for the animals. Didn't George tell you about our hunting there?"
"No," answered Ralph; "but I want to go there when we get back."
During the first night Angel was restless, as usual in the woods at the merest sound, and George tried to find out the cause of the uneasiness.
"Wasn't it near here that the wildcat attacked us?" asked George.
"I believe you are right. Possibly he has scented another one."
"Suppose we take a peep out," Ralph whispered; and taking their guns, they stole down from the wagon.
They silently stood by the wagon, peering around in the darkness.